…forms of payment
…and i listened-
and i listened to everything this academy of autism could offer my autistic child-
watching the children already enrolled scatter by, envying their claimed position-
and i saw the bright colors- the welcoming bright bold colors-
and everything sounded so right- so perfect for my boy-
my uniquely designed beautiful boy-
as they stuttered too, and their minds were impeccably built like his-
here he would find his family- here he would know the art of friends-
this brilliantly designed academy for my brilliantly designed boy-
with a scholarship attached to aid in my inabilities- to aid in my misfortunes-
but a scholarship of 4 digits, with a comma following the number 1 that laughed at me-
so i smiled and masked the depth of pain until i reached my car; and screamed back at it once the door was securely closed-
and screamed at God once the outcome was then known-
forgive me father-
but this brilliantly designed academy for my brilliantly designed boy accepted many forms of payment, except the one I could offer-
the value of my unfounded gift-
please transform me.
kb 😔